The Motherfucking

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 08:17:48 GMT

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Tue, 05 Jan 2010 10:03:42 GMT

[04:00:10] The Batangu: All of us or none of us, I say.
[04:00:15] DMC: amen

This decade, make something of yourself. Do you, I'll do me, and we'll meet at the top. No more bitching and crying, it's finally time to prove our worth. This month, Anime Characters gets done. Next month, two shorts.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired and I've decided that I'm going to stop this bullshit. I'm gonna go work out, go to sleep, and pick up Bayonetta tomorrow. Then I'm going to write.

We must believe in each other.

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:47:49 GMT

FUCKIN DANCE NEW YEAR

These are my orders to you guys.

1. Play more Dreamcast games than anyone else ever did.
2. Learn how to make one new dish for each month so you can wine and dine the ladiez with a z.
3. Read something new about a religion you don't get and bring it up in a debate.
4. PARTY HARD

You know what I'ma do besides get the motherfuck out of Odessa?

1. Dance. Lose some weight, gain some charisma, learn a skill.
2. Make a motherfucking movie, most likely a short, and hit festivals.
3. Finish Anime Characters by April or, if not done, do it for Script Frenzy.
4. Relearn my Italian. Ezio is sexy and I want to be sexy like Ezio and therefore I will learn all the Italian I forgot.
5. Beat Bo in a vocabulary/geography battle before I move out of here.

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 02:34:29 GMT

This past decade has been interesting. I've made enemies and friends all over, visited a bunch of states, lived in 2 of 'em. And I went to college and figured out what I want to do with my life. However, after I did that, I stopped. Stagnated, wallowed in pity, acted emo like a mothefucker. And now I'm ringing in the new decade in Odessa, TX. I still sleep on the floor, our company still consists of the two of us Teppers, and I'm going to sleep early so I can get to work on New Year's Day. However, during the decade's final weeks, I have met interesting people. A mercenary and a /b/tard who both are inspiring me to finish one script, a filmfag who almost joined our moving roster is inspiring me to finish another, we've all but confirmed a move to Portland in a few months. And old friends are back in contact. Fernie even wrote to me. Ok, so I haven't lost any weight or learned any new languages, but I'm not too exciting anyway. I want to be but I have to admit that I'm not. There's no reason for the world to know me, I haven't given them a reason to. I hate this but I can't deny the truth. And that's why I won't let this happen again. If I'm still alive to ring in 2020, I'm throwing a party to resurrect the motherfucking roman empire. Whatever is the opposite of Odessa, TX, that's what I am and will be.

New years' resolution: lose 3 pounds, move to Portland, finish one of those scripts.
New decade's resolution: Earn $43.4 million making movies.

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:12:00 GMT

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 06:48:32 GMT

I do this from time to time, I find an intro or outro to a song that drives me to tears and I listen to it for hours on end.
Right now, it's the last 1:35 of Grizzly Bear's "Knife." Before it was the Time4Cat theme and before it was Rin's "What The Rain Said."
Man, this and a David Firth marathon. Come on, dreamland, give me something I can use!

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:48:44 GMT

Women.

Fuck details later, I'm bored and hungry. Gonna play some Uncharted 2.

But, seriously, women.

And no, Ang, you can't retort. You'll only prove me right re: women.

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 08:57:47 GMT

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 17:23:56 GMT

Back to the 71 hour work weeks. There are only two people working at my job and when we lose the receptionist on the other side of the building, we're losing this post, which means we don't have a job. Going from 71 hours to 0. People tell me to quit or I'll die but I tell them "I'm working so my mom's 9.50 isn't the only income we get. Give me a better job to jump to and I'll take it. But if I quit, Pablo's going to jail because if he doesn't have a job, he can't pay child support. I have the weight of two people on my shoulders." They just laugh, lol.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 06:55:34 GMT

My review of The Limits of Control would require you to watch it.
And, at that point, you would no logner need my review.
You would either not understand or you would be too busy trying to understand it.
In short, I fucking love this movie.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:09:10 GMT

How I feel about the Battlefield Bad Company 2 Beta.
Fuck 12 year olds that live on Halo because, in 30 minutes, I maybe assisted on one squad kill. I've never seen snipers this good in real life. I'm done.

Also in videogame news:
Kane and Lynch 2. The website is so soothing to me. Claustrophobic and foreboding but brings back memories.
No More Heroes. Japan's getting a 360 port of it. If this is translated to English and brought over, hell god yes.
I sold my Prototype shit, swag and guide included, for $38. Not bad considering how much money you make on ebay with games.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:22:58 GMT

Maybe I just don't like Godard flicks. I mean, Breathless was ok, Bande ? part was ok, and I couldn't last more than 10 minutes into Made in U.S.A. Sorry, film, but everyday I'm getting further away from you it seems. You were once a glowing testament to human creation, the artform anyone could love. And now you've got Marky Mark doing bad Max Payne cosplay and you were this close to casting Will Smith in an Oldboy remake. Look, it's over between you and me. We had good times (most of which I paid for because you were too cheap to see me) and we can still be friends but it's not working out. Yes, I'm dumping you but don't-- oh stop it! You're too fucking emotional!

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:24:59 GMT

So, I was looking at some sponsored ads and I saw one with the caption I "WAS" A FAT SLOB. Apparently, this guy replaced all his fat with muscle in 4 weeks. I can seriously believe that. However, he went from 3 tats to yakuza sleeves in a month? Now I'm intrigued.

Anyway, more small movie reviews because all I do here in this town is hide from the neighbors and watch movies:

Broken Flowers: bill fucking murray can pretty much just fart at me for 5 hours and i'd love it. mom's got his autograph, yo. anyway, typical slow-paced jarmusch and just as strong as you'd expect from him.

Art School Confidential: decent twists, the best kind of straight-to-dvd film even though it hit theaters, and Malkovich kills it. also, the characters are spot on. the film guy? yeah, that was me in college.

American Graffiti: george lucas bores the living shit out of me. i was hoping that pre-star wars lucas would be better but, eh.

Blow: i am depressed now.

The Prisoner of Second Avenue: best jack lemmon vs. sylvester stallone chase scene in central park ever. slice of life new york city in the 70's, man. was just as shitty a place then as it is now, haha. yeah, i miss nyc because fuck odessa but still. new york can be a fucking migraine. anyway, delightfully jewy movie. is it spelled 'jewy?'

Kikujiro: heartwarming, excellent craftsmanship, a perfect soundtrack. love kitano films.

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 02:04:26 GMT

The first 14 minutes to Assassin's Creed 2 prologue movie rocked it. Gay Tony's in 2 days.
I've done 48 hours in 4 days at work so far this week. I don't know if I'm awake right now but I've been erect for 2 hours and I'm concerned.
I've been having these dreams about what I'm supposed to do with my life and it only makes me more confused when I wake up and go back to work.
Fuck Pretend Cops, I want to be in a band called The Reckless Abandon.
FuckYouCat.com is the best blog on the fucking internet.

Here are some more quick movie reviews:

Zombieland: Actually damn good. Adopts from L4D, has no beginning or end, and Little Miss Sunshine kicks ass in it. Not a dislikable character in the bunch. Also, BILL FUCKING MURRAY!

Koyaanisqatsi: Impressive, powerful, insightful. Loved it. It's surreal to watch this and live in a town full of oil drills. What have we done?

Sons of Anarchy marathon: The Lost and Damned as a TV show. Oh god I'm loving this shit.

Fast Sofa: Jennifer Tilly is bondage was nice and Crispin Glover is the man in everything but I was not enthralled.

Movies sure aren't what they used to be but, boy howdy, I love that Zac Efron.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 16:47:18 GMT

I am proud of my 1000th tweet.

"Dear naysayers, re: Way of the Samurai 3, fuck you. This is the shit."

You should be proud of it too because Way of the Samurai 3 is, in fact, the shit.

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 07:17:57 GMT

People who still read this, I have a question.

NaNoWriMo, right? Well, yeah, I don't know what to compose for it. I was thinking of putting a hit on the vice president and doing a novel about an information war that follows. Then I thought "fuck that Tom Clancy shit, you can't fit sexually explicit words in that" and decided on a security guard that gets caught up in a terrorist play and becomes most motherfucking wanted but I hate actually being a Paul Blart. Now I'm wondering if I shouldn't just write about Odessa itself. Not badass funk enough but I can work something out. Mom's torn between 2 pretty cool ideas and, either way, she's gonna do alright, lol.

What should I write?

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 06:37:21 GMT

I'm joining NaNoWriMo this year.

lol

What I believe will happen: My idea will kick ass, people will be like "whoa" and my style will be strange enough to draw people in. And then I'll reach word 970 and T_T FUCK I CAN'T DO THIS XO GOD FUCK DAMMIT SHIIIIIII ._. ::sniff:: I'm worthless oh man I just... -_- Again, Pfil? Really?

Stay tuned! ^_^

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 07:10:58 GMT

I have a friend here. It's wonderful. She hates rednecks, curses like a sailor who just got hit with a bag, explores things spontaneously, and went to a sex shop with me after we had tea. Finally, a friend in Texas.

http://bit.ly/1I5JRS

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me: What the fuck did I just watch? I loved it, I want more, but I have no idea what it is. It? Hahahahahaha. Was this something I watched? There was a stillness. Like the formica table. Ok, in all seriousness, I want to play Max Payne 2 now.

French Connection: Makes me wanna play GTA4 again because I miss NYC so much. Filmed on the real streets of the real NYC, the outer boroughs. "The Puerto Rican Connection," while an annoying mission, is essentially the car versus train chase from this movie - fucking best car chase of all time, better than Bullitt imho. Hackman can run too.

A Hard Day's Night: I don't know why this was billed as a mockumentary since it's way too stylized and comedic to be taken seriously as verite. Instead, it's a comedy starring The Beatles as The Beatles. Not bad, actually.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 05:24:21 GMT

The Shining: Hollywood died with Kubrick. Chilling stuff, Nicholson killing it. Hate kid actors, always will.

Metal Gear Solid: Philanthropy: This is what I've been trying to accomplish but couldn't because you need a crew to make a movie. They said this was no-budget and I strongly doubt that but the (sometimes awful) effects and (sometimes awful) acting are all amateur fanmade gold. Goes to show that if you have a few bucks, good props, access to good locales, and most importantly the people who can help you get all of these things, you can make a good movie. When I moved here, I wanted to do a fanmovie for Typing of the Dead. And I still do but I'm one man with zero manpower - until the day I get what I need or live vicariously through my kid, it's good to see other people making film and doing it selflessly.

Hotel Rwanda: Love Don Cheadle / hate Nick Nolte. His worst acting ever, should've won him a razzie. What makes this movie so powerful is what it's based on. I wish I could feel more but the movie didn't speak to me so much. No one can deny its quality - I'd only be repeating other reviewers.

Falling Down: It's always nice to watch movies starring villains, scariest thing is relating to him, relating to the streets. Most surreal action flick I've ever seen.

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 19:37:04 GMT

a. Exogenesis is a 12:51 Muse song with strings.

b. I just had a short non-date with a girl who can fight machines. She got a free kids halloween bucket from Jack In The Box but my receipt was 7.77 so I won.

c. 500 Days of Summer: Works as an anti-romcom, great editing, as funny as the critics say. Music video directors are rarely this good at making feature films. Would visit again.

Shoot 'Em Up: I love Clive Owen and, even though I just confirmed I'm not gay, I'd suck him dry. However! He was still not good enough to get me to watch this whole thing in one sitting. Took me 7 hours to watch this because it was straight the fuck up garbage. Hell, I liked Meet The Spartans more and I was drinking a bottle of triple sec to get me through that one.

Mean Streets: Not only did I like this more than Raging Bull, I think Deniro was better in it too.

Tetsuo The Iron Man: I haven't seen anything this off the wall fucked up and gritty indie since Electric Dragon 80,000 V, which was also a trip.

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:12:58 GMT

Assholes, I've got a meme for you.

#1 and #2: Chino Moreno and Tye Zamora ("that fat dude from Alien Ant Farm").

#3: Roman Bellic.

I don't know, people say I look like Jack Black sometimes but I got a picture on my Facebook that looks like Woody Allen so, whatever. YOUR FUCKING TURN.

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:20:59 GMT

My Neighbor Totoro: Fucking god Japanese girls stop fucking screaming I'm seriously just be quiet oh my god. Wow, aside from the bevy of screaming girls who are always screaming, I loved it. Great for kids who have attention spans like they did back in 1988 but wonderful for adults just the same. Animation that behaves like master cinematography, excellent editing and a whimsical soundtrack accompany good old storytelling.

Wesley Willis: The Daddy of Rock 'n Roll: Following Wesley Willis through his daily routine is sometimes a hellride to watch but it remains essential viewing for people who understand strange. Surreal stuff.

Chinatown: Dark, gritty film noir with just the right dose of Jack and a multi-layered plot. It blows my mind that Hilary Duff could ever talk shit on Dunaway. Even if you know how the mystery plays out, the ending is an eye-opener.

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans: Normally, I dislike silent movies and this was no different an experience. However, I found its grittiness was far more effective than most movies from the 1920's.

Inglorious Basterds: I don't want to sound like every reviewer after they see a Tarantino movie but I can't help it. Fucking brilliant. Mike Myers can't act, though.

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:33:48 GMT

So, I'm working on doing a photo chronicle of the Peppertree but the grass in Odessa is violent. Got attacked by sandspurs. Again.

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 07:20:38 GMT

This dude at work just told me that if he wasn't in a relationship, he'd totally go out with me because I'm an awesome person. As awkward as I am around men who like me, I'm starting to think that I've got far better luck with them and I'd probably prefer being with a man. After all, there are two women who have shown interest in me and they is straight skanky. One's a whore who's had drugged orgies in front of her kid and the other one loves herself way more than anyone else in this world could attempt without going mad, which is ironic since she is ugly and has zero redeeming personality features. So, anyway, I get into a conversation with this dude about penii and vaginae and pretty much why I'm a 26 y/o virgin. I tell him "I'm not disgusted by penii but it's weird to think of myself interacting with one not my own. I used to think 'ew, men? they're bulky and smell weird' but the women have been slobbier and uglier, I've found. And most vaginas aren't very good looking and they're attached to some pretty batshit crazy fucking people but I'm attracted to women more. I guess I'm just disgusted more by the image of myself having sex with anyone since I've got esteem issues that'd send a therapist into early retirement." He puts out his cigarette and says "I'd do you." I just fuckin' blushed. I mean, how else do you react to that? That's an oddly romantic placement for such a crude statement. It occurs to me that sex is just that and people have way too many hangups when they think about puzzle pieces fitting. When you really sit down and think about how people are wired, you wonder why you're not smoking weed instead. He yelled at me to film, right this minute, and demanded to know why I wasn't directing. He also agrees that I'm a bear. Looks like I made a friend in Odessa, TX.

Buffalo '66: Gallo is an angry, angry man. Great debut film, awkwardly comical and sometimes painful to watch but brimming with talent.

Leaked Californication S3 E1-2: Runkel's gone full retard and the family angst doesn't even work but Duchovny's somehow managed to find a way to be funnier. Still love this show.

Sherlock Jr.: I get depressed when I have to watch a silent film off of the iMDB 250 or BFI/AFI lists because it shatters my argument against elitism and shines a spiteful mirror in my face. Yes, I dislike and am extremely bored by silent films despite loving Nosferatu. Yes, I admire Buster Keaton's immense talent but am not interested in his acting in the slightest. This makes me upset because as much as I want to fight to keep art alive, there is art I don't give any affection to and I've no intention of passing this on or recommending this to a generation that thinks Zac Efron is the next Bogart. Sherlock Jr. was no exception. Besides, The General was better.

Bande A Part: Story's good, Godard is cool, some scenes taken out of context become pleasurable independent of the movie itself.

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 19:20:43 GMT

I am trapped in several ways. I am trapped in a prison with people who don't know they deserve to be here and I am trapped in a psyche that wishes potential but is sad to look around and see no resources. I feel this urge to grow within my skin often. To grow inside of myself until I break through this mundane layer of flesh and hair so I can show them "I am unlike you." They, you see, worship a creator god that is a figment, an idea with Icarus wings and a rifle, waving the American flag. And I long to create from the mud and clay to form a humankind in my own image one day. I too have ideas and I choose to worship them instead; this is why I am trapped. I alone have no power to manifest the words and images needed to inspire people, to inspire myself. Inspiration is what this world needs, divine glorious epiphanies, and it is what I need. I attempted at once, perhaps a few times, to call out and seek the person who would help me in building the new world, to aide me in forming a guild of pop assassins, using art to reverse the trend of cultural descention. Instead, the beast answers. Though he is sadistic and malicious regarding the insignificant lives that meander throughout this dry, hot, quiet town, he comprehends me. "You don't belong here," he answers my call with. And so I direct my attention the beast and I tell him "I know. But I am trapped here." Then nothing. The beast smiles and turns away, I laugh and continue walking. I can feel him looking at me with interest when I call out every so often and I read his interest. Am I becoming the beast? This insane need to create, to express myself far far away from my home, the epicenter of artistic integrity - is what is growing within my skin the beast? Perhaps I am just finding things we have in common but I wonder if, sometimes, what we have the most in common isn't what makes us the antithesis of these people. He observes and ponders ways to ruin them and I want to change them. When I wonder which of us has the most to offer this world, I write. I hate my writing. And that's when it occurs to me: I am trapped and I am filled with despair, which is what brings the beast out to converse with me. However, hearing a voice is soothing. It tells me to keep growing, to break through this skin, to shed this mundane layer. What that means I do not yet know but I'd like to think that if I could escape from one prison, I could somehow escape from the other.

@ShawnS52 In short, this is how I feel, lol.

Hedwig and the Angry Itch: Awesome, arty, excellent debut, Miriam Shor's a wonderful actress.

The Hangover: Galifianakis is the only reason to watch this.

Sex, Lies and Videotape: Spader is terrific, brilliant execution, pretty much the indie standard.

The Hebrew Hammer: Very Jewish, Adam Goldberg is sexy, the win overweighs the campiness.

Tyson: Impressive, more like watching a man in therapy than a documentary.

Nine Songs: Sex scenes and mainstream haircore rock. This cost £1,000,000 to make?